Hash Slinging Slasher Quotes Novels & Stories

Nick “If all you wanted was the looks, you should have taken someone like my old man,” I bluntly inform Sicillio, as he slides twitching to the floor with his brains spattering the wall beside us. That wound’s pouring smoke, just like I predicted. Consecrated, wrought iron bullets are as good for driving out ghosts as they are the demons.

Standing between the siblings and the victims, he yelled at the shocked girls. "Go! Run! Now!" Every ounce of influence he could muster went with his words. "What the HELL are you doing?" "I'm stopping you from killing more innocent bystanders." "What the fuck are you talking about. We drink blood, how else are we going to get it?" "You can get it without killing them." "Yeah but were's the fun in that. Besides, that last spurt of blood always tastes best." Syn licked her fangs. "You don't know what you're missing, sometimes we play with them first."

“HEY! COME BACK HERE! YOU ARE SO DEAD!” Slyvester is childish. But sometimes, that childishness of his made me feel so nervous.

I can hear my slurred words, and I already know he did. "Yeah, there's some liquid codeine in there. Feels fucking great, yeah?" He says it with a smile, and although I feel fucking amazing, I am unable to even function alone. "Even though it feels good, I'm unable to function at all." I slur my speech once more.

My fingertips came away wet with my own blood from the shallow cut on my back. I looked down at the treacherous socialite. There was no heartbreak. There was only the cold, hard clarity of a woman who had finally learned to expect the knife. "You were a beautiful pet, Jessica," I spat, my voice dripping with venomous disdain. "But you’re a terrible fucking liar." From the end of the corridor, Sloane gave a slow, respectful nod.

HELL? “Inventive,” he mused, admiring it as though it were a gemstone. “How far you’ve come since the last time I walked among you mortals. Killing your prey with little metal balls and fire.” He flicked his crimson gaze back to the now terrified gunmen, his grin shark-like and hungry for blood. “I humbly applaud you. You have guts turning your weapon on a god. Too bad your mortal, little bodies get squashed so easily. You’re all like ants. Good for the environment, but bugs all the same.”

I said through my teeth “Nah you can keep it, I prefer this better” she smiled “Prefer what?” I asked “Seeing you get ruined” she laughed in my face “You fucking bitch” I lifted my hand to slap her but when I looked up there were eyes on me, I slowly brought my hand down “Why stop? Everyone knows what you are” she cackled throwing her head back “Good luck with your flopped movie” she added laughing as she walked away “I would fucking kill that bitch” I said through my teeth

I hugged Liam and whispered in his ear before pulling away. "Kick his ass for me, bro." He smiled and nodded before swiftly climbing into the cage. I walked over, closer to Jessie's side of the ring, and yelled, "Good luck, Jackass. If Slasher lets you live, then I'll be the one to finish you off the next time I get a go at you." I smirked, and he just stared at me for a while, his face filled with pain before he masked it, shook his arms, and stretched out his neck.

The rest were falling victim to the slime one by one, and all with rather hideous results. Sia tried to dodge another attack, but the seven inch heels which she had obviously bought under Type influence slid through some of the residue slime causing him to land heavily on his butt right in middle of puddle of slime. “I just wanted some sushi,” he whined. Ray neatly blust through one of the slime men's. “How about some slug sashimi?” he called out. Sia face took on an unflattering shade of green.

I say succinctly and dawning lights his eyes. “I knew I liked you. You’re a psychopath whisperer, aren’t you?” “I wouldn’t say that,” I grumble. “Handle me please,” he rasps breathlessly. Oh, fuck, fuckity, of all fucking fucks! I groan inwardly. This guy is going to get me and him killed by Ransom. Boundaries need to be made quickly. “You did not just ask someone else to ‘handle’ you, Camden Harlan McCoy,” Slater Zen asks Camden in Spanish. He slams his palms down on the table hard enough to make it rattle.